Not enough now to take off
the coat, the gloves.
Let me take off my skin,
my words, my thoughts
so that you can see
the sky here—so that
I might be as transparent
as air and you will find nothing
here but love. There, I said it,
love. Not the images of love,
not two birds or two rivers
or one bread or one blood,
not anything I could ever say
but love itself, infinite, a blue dome
expanding at the same rate
as the universe, on and on,
past the stars, there goes the Scales,
the Bull, the Scorpion, the Ram,
beyond whatever we could name,
it grows on and on and on and on and on